Wednesday, August 5, 2015


The week before payday is usually bad. That is when they come en masse. One or two I can manage. More than that, it gets tricky to get funds to pay back.
Sally, that saintly accountant, how she looks at me when I approach someone in office for a small loan. As if I am selling myself. I have never asked her.
The Director is the best. He does not even expect me to return his money. But I do not ask him too often. It is creepy when he stands close, advises like a dear old grandfather, lets his hand slip from my shoulder to my waist. That way, his assistant is a darling. He expects some of it back. He is so apologetic when he reminds me. Last time, he slipped me a note with the cash, ‘My wife suspects.’ I nearly laughed. 

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